It seems my whole life I’ve been trying to “fit in.” As a child I was the youngest in the class beginning Kindergarten when I was four…a whole three months before I would turn five. I thrived in school; except socially. I think I’ve been stunted in that area the rest of my life. I was shy around boys forever it seems. Now, I prefer talking with men. Let me rephrase that. I usually prefer to talk to men. I don’t feel the judgment or the attitudes that sometimes us women throw around at one another. From time to time I sense being “set aside” by the male company like my opinions don’t matter, but unfortunately, I find that most in church settings amongst male leadership.
Tonight at my Counseling training class we broke up into groups…teams of four we will be with for many months and years ahead. We had to share about how we came to Christ. That was easy. He’s done so much for me and has been my all for so many years. Our team of four was only three tonight and the other two women have had very different lives from mine. I could tell they clicked with one another. I trust that my counseling pastor and Holy Spirit know who I need to be in a group with so I’m tentatively hopeful that at some point God will show me my part of fitting in. I can see areas I’ve struggled in that I could help them with…but they are fellow counselors…not Life Care Recipients. They haven’t come to me for wisdom or help…just friendship. That’s the part I find difficult. All of my friends over the years have fallen away. My best friends from high school gave me up a short two years after graduation. My best friends from college it took a bit longer…but other than facebook stalking me…they don’t really have any input in my life and haven’t been there for me for many, many years. One of the statements made tonight came in the form of a question and answer. “How do you know who your real friends are?” “They are the ones when you are hurting who stand at your door and knock.” I looked sadly at my husband and said, “Wow…that doesn’t bode well for us, does it?”
I wonder sometimes if it’s me since so many have left me over the years. I mean, I see women laughing and chatting together in stores and restaurants all the time. But I’m incapable of empathizing and small talk that other women enjoy so much. I’m pretty serious. I love a good joke and chuckle a lot to myself. Maybe I’m insane. :D But life is so short I have a hard time not being real with people and most women don’t like that I guess. I’ve mentioned before that I take a lot before I say anything…but there comes a point when someone is bellyaching or constantly harping or gossiping that I have to say…enough….and that’s when it comes.
“Human tragedies: We all want to be extraordinary and we all just want to fit in. Unfortunately, extraordinary people rarely fit in.” ― Sebastyne Young
haha You read things like that and it gives a reason…so I must be extraordinary because I don’t fit in…oh my….I wish it were true…I think it is more that God knows if I were to fit in…I could not give Him glory quite as well. I must trust that He knew that when He made me. I am extraordinary to Him and that’s all that matters.
John 14:14-16 “You are My friends if you do what I command you. “No longer do I call you slaves, for the slave does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all things that I have heard from My Father I have made known to you. “You did not choose Me but I chose you, and appointed you that you would go and bear fruit, and that your fruit would remain, so that whatever you ask of the Father in My name He may give to you.…”